Current Work - Teaser - A Love Unfinished
So, after a chat with my sick lady love, Dixie, last night on gchat, she agreed, I had to share a piece of this current I'm nearly finished with everyone. It's from my full length novel, A Love Unfinished (Title may change). The story runs on high emotions for quite a while, and this is just one of those parts. As of now, it's unedited and unfinished, so, keep that in mind. I hope everyone likes it!

Teaser - A Love Unfinished:

“Stop playing this goddamn game with me,” Holden muttered darkly. “I let you think and wonder and wait just like you wanted to. You’re always overthinking. I bet you felt so fucking alone this week, didn’t you, baby?”

“Shut up.”

Holden laughed a low sound. My arm against the door was still stretched high, locked in his grasp. “I’d wager when your apartment is dark and quiet, when there’s not a soul around to watch you hide it, you’re so fucking alone, aren’t you? You need to scream and yell. You want to fucking hurt me like I did you,” he taunted, body pushing harder to mine. I pushed back, hips jerking into hips, fingers holding tighter to his shirt. “Tell me, Dani…tell me how alone you are when I’m not there.”

“I hate you,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “I can’t get you out of my head, my dreams, or my life. You shouldn’t have come back here, you didn’t have any right.”

“You don’t hate me, you fucking love me. Hurt me.”

I whined a cry, letting go of his shirt to punch his chest. Holden’s surprise at my action flit across his features before that stony mask fell back into place. Before I could rethink my impulsive sudden need to hit him again, my palm laid an opened hand hit to his strong jaw. The sound of my skin hitting his echoed. He flinched, cheek ticking, but didn’t let his hold on me go.

“I hate you,” I repeated thickly, tears welling. “You left me all alone. Broke my heart. Didn’t think about me for a minute, did you? Just…gone.” The fingers still pressed to his cheek dug hard, nails scoring into hot flesh. Holden’s lips curled back, air cutting through his teeth as I released my painful hold, dropping my arm limply. “Fuck you. I loved you!”

“Love me,” he replied in a whisper. “No loved, you love me.”

 Tears snaked hot lines down my cheeks. The salty liquid gathered on my trembling lips. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because you’re mine, Dani, and you always have been.”

His words only served to fuel my fury. When I moved to strike out at him again, Holden released his firm hold on my backside and caught the swinging hand in midair. The angry jeer he sported was a striking contrast to the hurt I’d caused only moments before. Instead of letting my hand go like I thought he would, Holden pressed my fingers to his lips, biting down on the very tips with just enough pressure to make me feel the ache of pain it caused.

My breath caught, a crashing wave of lust falling over every inch of me. His hips flexed forward, erection grinding into my center as his other hand let go of my wrist to grapple against my waist. Without warning, I found myself lifted against the door and the action was so smooth it didn’t even register until my foot was off the ground and wrapping around his waist like the other one had.

Holden’s teeth finally let go of my fingers, allowing them to splay over full lips. Teeth marks were imprinted along the olive tone of my skin. The spot where he’d bitten sung with pain and heat that radiated up my arms. A desperate rush of want danced through pumping veins.

“Where does this hitting thing come from? You weren’t one to hit before, baby.”

“Never gave me a reason.”

A rugged smirk answered me back. “Did I ever tell you you’re pretty when you’re mad but prettier when you cry?”

I sneered. “Am I?”

“Just like fucking sin,” he uttered.

“You’re an asshole.”

“You love me. Say it.”

“No,” I spat, pushing my hand against his mouth.

Holden leaned down until his lips were so close to mine I could taste the mint on his breath. When he tried to kiss me, I jerked out of the way, back arching against metal and breasts pushing to his chest. Once more, he attempted to kiss me, lips pressing down to my cheek instead, teeth nipping painfully against skin. I turned my head fast and responded with a bite of my own at the corner of his mouth. Holden recoiled, jolting away.

“Fuck you,” I repeated. “Don’t kiss me.”

I found my wrists barricaded in the bars of his fingers again, snug and strong over my head. Straining against his hold, Holden peppered the bridge of my nose, apple of my cheeks, and the tight seam of my lips with the softest kisses that at any other time, would have made me melt. His tongue peeked out to taste, drawing away a tear on the corner of my bottom lip.

I wanted so badly to lean away from him, but I couldn’t. Especially not when he whispered, “I never wanted to hurt you. You know I’m so sorry for doing this to you.”

“Who are you?” I asked brokenly. “I don’t even know you anymore!”

“Yes, you do. I’m the same person you woke up to for years, the only one you wanted to marry. I’m that eighteen year old boy who took your virginity and the man you shared a bed with every single night. I still wake up at five in the morning to run, can’t stand to listen to the television, and my favorite pastime is making you smile. Goddamn it, you know me.”

My ice covered heart cracked a little more. “He left.”

“No, he did not,” Holden murmured strongly. “Something took him away, but just for short time. I’m sorry.”
Copyright 2013 Bethany-Kris
Book Spotlight - Arms of Serenity by Donina Lynn
Hey everyone! So, I'd like to introduce a new author to Evernight, and give her the chance to talk a little bit about her book. Enjoy! Donina, take it away.


Arms of Serenity by Donina Lynn

Rock Services, Book One


Thank you so much for having me on your blog today! I’m very excited to be here and to be sharing my debut novel Arms of Serenity.   

When I first sat down to think about what I wanted to write, the one thing I knew I wanted to incorporate was a message. That being that the events of the past shouldn’t dictate how we live our lives in the future.  We should learn from our experiences and look to the future as an opportunity for a new beginning. Simple, right? But when we are unable to move beyond those events and they threaten to determine who we are today, is it ever that easy to forget and find the peace within ourselves to allow happiness into our lives? Life and especially love are never that simple.

In Arms of Serenity, you meet Nick and Becca. Both are emotionally damaged and in desperate need of someone to show them how to let go of their pasts and that love is possible as long as they are willing to let it in. Their story is full of inner struggles, laughs, romance and even a smidgen of danger. Doesn’t every good love story need at least one or two bad guys? J


Plagued by guilt, Nicholas Hollsten ended his military career in the Special Forces and returned home only to be forced into a life he never wanted. Nick found himself running his father’s company and making good on a promise to his team. Angry and frustrated with the direction his life was taking, he calms his thoughts by filling his evenings and bed with soft distractions. Until one woman captures his interest.

Rebecca Klayton thought she was happy in her small town, running her bakery and avoiding love. That emotion only meant heartache and being left exactly where you started—alone. Lesson learned. But, when the sexy stranger from their hot New Year’s Eve party shows up at her counter, will she be able to ignore the temptation or will she find what she’s been missing in the Arms of Serenity?



Becca got as far as the curb outside before she heard Nick’s voice calling her name. She closed her eyes and groaned.

Almost made it.

Why was he following her? Couldn’t he just leave her alone? She held up her hand to signal a taxi and hoped ignoring him would work until one stopped.

Becca heard him say her name again. Only this time he was too close to pretend that she didn’t hear him. She turned to find him holding the picture frame.

“You forgot this.”

He just wanted to give her the frame. She sighed in relief and reached to take it from him.

“Thank you.”

He looked at her and put a smug smile on before saying, “You forgot these also.” He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a glimpse of white lace material.

Becca gasped when she realized it was her forgotten panties. She got closer to put her hand out.

“Thank you for finding them.”

Nick pushed them back in his pocket. “How about that coffee?”

Becca took a step back and crossed her arms. “Are you seriously holding my underwear hostage until I go out on a date with you? Doesn’t that border on blackmail?”

Nick laughed. “Just using whatever means I have at my disposal to get you to say yes.”

Becca would laugh too if she wasn’t so angry. He was being an arrogant pushy ass. She glared at him. From his polished shoes, tailored pants, and what looked like a cashmere sweater, he was head to toe everything that Becca wasn’t. Why was he doing this? Damn him for coming after her. Damn him for wanting more when he could go back into the ballroom and have anyone of those models sitting at the table.

“You’re not my type.” She turned away from him and once again put her hand up in the air.

She stood there not wanting to look back. He hadn’t answered her, and Becca silently hoped that he had walked away. She was a mess. Her insides trembled at the conflicting emotions of anger and longing coursing through her. It would be so easy to give in and go with him.

Becca felt a hand brush against her neck and his voice against her ear.

“I’m going to have to argue that statement. I seem to remember being exactly your type last night as you shook and screamed in pleasure when I was buried deep inside of you.” He kissed the spot behind her ear, and she gasped in response. Shivers cascaded through her, and she leaned back melting into his body.

Becca cursed herself.

Dammit, Becca get some control! He’s just a rich guy who thinks he can get anything he wants.

Becca pulled away and turned around to face him as a taxi finally came to her rescue. Opening the door, she stood behind it to use as a barrier between them and took a breath to steady her trembling legs and gain some courage.

“Nick, last night was great, and thank you for not saying anything back in there.” She nodded her head in the direction of the hotel and continued. “But I’m just not interested.” She got in the cab, closed the door, and stared ahead as she gave the driver her destination. As the taxi pulled away, she could see him in the rearview mirror. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she left him just standing and staring after her.


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Author Bio:
Hi! I live in a small rural Pennsylvania town on the outskirts of the Poconos. As in small, I mean we don't even have a traffic light. We do, however, have a DG, a pizzeria and a Chinese restaurant. Thank goodness! Because, I would probably starve without takeout and a microwave. Cooking is something I enjoy during the holidays and for special occasions. But on a normal day, I take full advantage of a supermarket's frozen section. 

Even though I was born and raised a country girl, my idea of communing with nature is gazing out my window while guzzling mass quantities of coffee. Next to the microwave, my Keurig is my prized possession. Seriously, the inventors of that gadget deserve an award and are personal heroes of mine. 

When I'm not at my day job, hanging with my family or friends, curled up with my Kindle, or typing away at the computer, you can find me in front of the TV watching anything paranormal, sci-fi or a good action flick. Kudos go to any movie or show that incorporates explosions, big guns, and gratuitous butt shots. 

My addiction to romance novels started as soon as I could turn a page and has stayed with me until much later in life when I decided to sit down and give writing one a whirl. Who knew that decision would have brought me here? I am extremely grateful it has and hope you enjoy reading about the characters that have taken up residence in my head. There is a bit of a warning, however. I have a fondness - bordering on obsession - with the military, public service, bad boys, and men with bald heads, goatees or tattoos.  Heroes with one or many of these traits might be a reoccurring theme until I can work through these issues. :-)

You can find me at:





New Release: A Mile High
And... A Mile High is now live.

Avaliable on Evernight Publishing
                     and Bookstrand.

It's been recommended through Evernight to Facebook several times over already, so thank you to those who are sharing it out! 


Olivia wants a vacation, that’s all, but when the airline screws up her plans for a week getaway to the beautiful Barbados, instead putting her on a new path that intertwines with the handsome, funny, and charming Sal, she can’t say no to his offer of joining the mile high club. Their meeting is explosive, attraction intense, and when the flight ends, Olivia is unwilling to part ways but unable to voice her wants. Still, fate is at work with its own plan, and where it finishes just might not be where it ends up.

There’s nothing quite like sex at a mile high.


Thank you so much for all the support. Now, go get it!

A few updates:

1) A Mile High is set to be released on the 25th of September. Yep, that's next week.

2) I joined Evernight's blog hop for their third birthday celebration. The add-on to my side bar shows the dates and the prizes available to win for those who want to join in on the festivities. I, too, will be giving away a free copy of A Mile High when it's released and a gift card for Evernight. My post for the event, along with how to be included in the hop, should be up sometime next week.

3) The first draft of a new full length story is now finished and I'm in the terrible process of editing it.

4) A Mile High is on Goodreads, now. I have to wait for them to merge my author profile and my original, so that could take some time but it is available to be added on to lists and whatever else.

I think that's all. De nada. Have a great day!

Music, Always
Another artist I love. This girl rocks my world. Never fails. Enjoy!

Cover Art
I'm terribly excited to share this! Just got it in today...sometime. I was and all. Anyway, here is the cover art to go with A Mile High. I love it, and since it's my first, I sort of want to fawn over it for a while. It's sensual and personal without being pornographic. And has just the right touch of eroticism without being overwhelming. Enjoy the pretty!

In other, less important news, I somehow managed to lose my Followers gadget on the sidebar for a month and a half. Not quite sure how, but I found it again and re-added it. Go me.

A Taste
Along with my final edit being finished, I got to write my first dedication, and I had to scroll through my manuscript and choose an excerpt to be featured alongside the novella. That wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, surprisingly. It's kind of like you're picking the first thing next to the cover and blurb that is supposed to draw someone right in. It intimidated me a little, to be honest. I ended up overthinking it until this fell into my lap.

Here is a piece of the teaser excerpt I chose to be featured with A Mile High:

A quick, vague apology sounded over the plane’s announcement system, informing the passengers it would be another minute before takeoff. Given I had a bit of time to do whatever, I decided to use the bathroom. Excusing myself from our comfortable little cubby, I made my way through to the back of the plane, ignoring the questioning gazes of other passengers in coach who were likely wondering what had happened up in first class.

In the panic-worthy, small as hell bathroom, I washed my face and hands, checking my face out in the mirror as a ding sounded above me. I looked up to see the seatbelt sign had appeared just as the pilot’s voice sounded over the speakers, asking everyone to buckle up and ready for takeoff.

Making my way back to my seat as quickly as possible, I had just moved in to sit down—Sal drawing in his stretched out legs to let me through—as the plane jerked forward. I yelped under my breath, trying to catch myself but between the black, peep-toe pumps with a four-inch heel on my feet, and the sudden movement, I ended up on something warm…and hard. Something that breathed, chuckled, and touched me.


My brown hair created a curtain over my face. Huffing a breath and blowing strands out of my line of vision, Sal laughed in my ear, rocking both our bodies. I felt his hands skim above my knees where the flimsy material of the skirt I wore had risen up. Gooseflesh pebbled at the motion and I tried hard not to shiver when fingers grasped tightly to my legs.

“You okay?” he murmured. “Because I think you’re just fine.”

I nodded, trying really hard not to be embarrassed. I didn’t want to show how turned on I was by his palms to my flesh and the suggestive tone to his words. “Yeah, just surprised. I’m so—”

“Don’t be,” he interrupted, voice turning huskier than I expected. “Unless you plan on moving, that is.”

Teeth cut into my bottom lip as I fought the urge to exhale harshly. “I have to. We’re just about to take off, right?”

The dismissive sound he made under his breath didn’t help the lust raging through my senses. Those warm hands of his skimmed a little higher under my dress, making me groan quietly, grinding my backside shamelessly against his jeans when he whispered, “You ever join the mile-high club?”
I hope you liked it and that I have more for you soon!
A Musical Wednesday
So, this video was released not too long ago, and it's been pretty controversial, I suppose. Either way, I'm not a big fan of the singer myself, but I adore the song. The lyrics have an emotional kind of impact that anyone who uses or draws inspiration from music can appreciate. Especially an angst lover, like me.


Wrecking Ball

Review: Marked Souls by Michelle Clay

Hey everyone! So, I had the fantastic pleasure of reading a novel by a fellow Evernight author, Michelle Clay. You can find her website here and the titles of all her other works, too. Check her out, between her Young Adult stuff and the more adult section, she has a great selection to choose from.
Marked Souls is a paranormal romance with a little bit of heat thrown in.
Summary: Alex Chandler has devoted her life to hunting the demonic. When she catches the attention of Erielnael, one of the most badass demons in the Netherworld, he plans on using her to rip the seams between this realm and the Netherworld. He also wants her as his familiar and everything else in between.

Demons aren’t the only ones after Alex. A secretive group of demon hunters has learned of her talents as well. Given a choice between assisting them or death, she agrees to help and her life is turned upside down. To make matters worse she falls for the group’s leader, Cole Murrough, who is moody and sometimes difficult to get along with.

Cole has a dark secret of his own, but can she accept it? Alex finds herself dealing with demons, a forbidden love, dark secrets and a betrayal so shocking; it could destroy everything she’s worked toward.
A summoner and banisher of demons, Alex, the heroine, has suddenly garnered the attention of not only a demon who’s a little more than he appears, but a group of demon hunters as well. When forced to work with this ragtag team of hunters under circumstances that aren’t quite as they appear at first, Alex finds herself drawn to a particular member of the team, Cole.
An Irish, mysterious man, who also has a bit more than what meets the eye, Cole not only has a past to hide, but something dark within himself that for his safety, he needs to keep hidden away, also. But, when Cole’s secrets and pasts are exposed, can Alex get over exactly what he is to overcome the grand truth that surrounds them? Maybe.
While the hero and heroine battle lines between secrecy, danger, and demons, they also find themselves battling the closeness they find dealing with one another, the ailing health of a Section leader, and the strange things happened that threaten to tear their group apart.
Can Cole and Alex make it through the demons, lies, and plots to discover the truth?
In the end, I really enjoyed Marked Souls. Written in third person, with just the right amount of heat thrown in at the appropriate times and places, it read well, and the more erotic bits didn’t take away from the story as a whole. While it’s paranormal, it’s also filled with suspense. It kept me turning the virtual pages until the very end from the time I started the book until I finished it. I had my own theories about just who and what forces were at work in this story, but Michelle kept me guessing right up to the point where all was finally revealed, and surprisingly, I was wrong in my thoughts.
I also gave a little shout of joy for a sideline character, Jacob, because he was so sweet, young, and devoted even with all his troubles and the demons he’d had to carry all on his own. It says a lot for an author who can make me feel something more than just a fleeting feeling for a secondary character, to be honest.
All in all, it was a great read. I’m excited to check out more of Michelle’s stuff, and by the ending of Marked Souls, I'm more than ready to read more about this magical, and sometimes demonic, world.
To buy Marked Souls, you can find it at:
The print copy can also be found here.
Live free. Write always. Read more.
So, I've kind of been MIA lately. My bad, I apologize. Life gets in the way a great deal of the time, and work stresses me out to the max. No excuses, I'm a little bit of a slacker when it comes right down to it. Ask my spouse, he'll be the first to shout it to the masses.

He still loves me. ;)

Either way, I do have a few updates. There is a new page added to the blog for A Mile High, my short, contemporary erotic romance to be published by Evernight Publishing. I've also added the button on the side bar that will connect you to their site where you can check out their many books and authors, their blog, and their Young Adult site, which is also pretty great.

Regarding A Mile High... it has gone through it's first round of edits, which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Editing is the bane of my existence (dramatic, I know, but I hate, hate, hate it) so the experience wasn't too bad. The cover art isn't available yet, but when it is and when I can add it to the blog and Facebook, it will go up. The small blurb (summary) is there for you to read and see how you feel about it, so I hope that piques your interest as well.

As far as writing... well, I am, always. Something, here and there. My vacation starts in two days and I hope to have something I've been working with on and off finally finished.

So, I'll leave you with a pretty to look at before I go...